Jesus Is Coming! Again?

How many times have you heard that one? You would think he could have got here by now--so where is the disconnect?--missed flight?

The fact of the matter is Jesus and all of the other 'good fellas' come and go all over town at any time at the drop of the hat. If say, Jesus did drop in tomorrow, would any of us even be able to recognize him or believe him? Be savvy enough to ask him how exactly he got here?

I can't be sure I would know him if I met him, but here are some clues: he loses track of time if he is travelling for any protracted period (longer than 3 days); signs of 'jet lag' may include disorientation that causes him to 'hit on' married women (I know, it was just a test!); curly/wavy red hair suits him (he should keep it).

Having suffered through one **human experience**, would he even want to leave a calling card? That's exactly why he and his 'band of brothers' go in and out incognito; their secret visits can cause the object of their attentions all sorts of apparent mental problems, like paranoia (...I jest).

{**human experience= an unfortunate tendency to shed blood gratuitously and break solemn oaths:

2 Al-Baqara (The Cow)

وَإِذْ قَالَ رَبُّكَ لِلْمَلاَئِكَةِ إِنِّي جَاعِلٌ فِي الأَرْضِ خَلِيفَةً قَالُواْ أَتَجْعَلُ فِيهَا مَن يُفْسِدُ فِيهَا وَيَسْفِكُ الدِّمَاء وَنَحْنُ نُسَبِّحُ بِحَمْدِكَ وَنُقَدِّسُ لَكَ قَالَ إِنِّي أَعْلَمُ مَا لاَ تَعْلَمُونَ 2:30

2:30 AND So Your Sustainer said to the angels: "I shall establish on earth one who shall inherit it." They said: "Will You place on it such as will spread corruption on it and shed blood –while it is we who extol Your limitless glory, and Worship (Cherish) You?" [God] answered: "I know that which you do not know."

وَإِذْ أَخَذْنَا مِيثَاقَكُمْ لاَ تَسْفِكُونَ دِمَاءكُمْ وَلاَ تُخْرِجُونَ أَنفُسَكُم مِّن دِيَارِكُمْ ثُمَّ أَقْرَرْتُمْ وَأَنتُمْ تَشْهَدُونَ 2:84

2:84 And We accepted your solemn pledge that you would not shed one another's blood, and would not drive one another from your homes (homelands) – and you acknowledged it and you bear witness [to it even now].}

Whenever we talk about transcendental matters, the subject of multiple dimensions cannot help but present its illusive self. Simply because a transcendent form from higher dimensions is just not going to present in its true nature to someone in a 3 or 4 dimensional existence (brush up on Multiple Dimensions, See How Emily Treats Bob, or to learn by allegory and metaphor visit Flatland, if you're feeling contentious).

54 Al-Qamar (The Moon)

وَكَذَّبُوا وَاتَّبَعُوا أَهْوَاءهُمْ وَكُلُّ أَمْرٍ مُّسْتَقِرٌّ 54:3

54:3 ...they are bent on giving it the lie, always wanting to follow their own desires. (Ultimately) Every Matter Becomes Evident (shows its truth; its true identity; becomes apparent as to what it really is).

Take for example Chicken Little's rallying cry, 'The Sky Is Falling'; to everyone not 'present' to witness the event, it didn't. That just left Chicken Little with the angst of having to deal with the fact that, from where our friend Little was standing, it was the sole witness who saw that it did. Likewise, any interaction with a higher dimensional being or event.

An every-day example is if a disaster goes off over your neighbor's head you are likely to think all hell broke loose next door; your soon-to-be 'wigged out' neighbor might think its a large flock of birds rushing by overhead, or see a blue flash of light with some time distortion, possibly get a migraine; the news is going to report 'Some bad guys did it' because the 3-Ds (dumb-dumber-dumbest) need someone to hate to motivate them to get up the next moring and either pull together or go out and retaliate against anyone they think is even remotely related to the bad guys... As for the rest of us, the Silent Majority, we are going to think that we are stuck in traffic, or see a rather fetching skyscape.

Depending on what 'level' you're on, your experience will vary accordingly.

The ones responsible for the continuing unrest, boredom, meddling and malaise in the human population, 'they' are just going to get rich off of whatever caused the disaster, but only in the 3-D version; anything higher than that and it winds up costing them dearly. And why do these hypocrites get the best of us time after time? Because for our own selfish ends we want to believe them. We fall for the line every time:

7 Al-A'raf (A'raf,Aaraaf)

وَقَاسَمَهُمَا إِنِّي لَكُمَا لَمِنَ النَّاصِحِينَ 7:21

7:21 And he (Satan) swore to them (Adam and Eve=Humanity), "Sincerely, I am one of those who wish you well indeed!"

With all this going on is it any wonder that none of the higher dimensional beings (those more evolved) want to visit, let alone stay here? --which is why they get sent and then everyone thinks they see aliens.

وَإِن يَرَوْا آيَةً يُعْرِضُوا وَيَقُولُوا سِحْرٌ مُّسْتَمِرٌّ 54:2

54:2 And if they see a Sign they contest it (oppose it, doubt it) and say: 'Recurring Magic' ('The magic continues', 'The usual delusion')

---We interrupt this post to give you the following Clues: 542 spotted East Bound RTE2 on 11.09.2009 at about 21:00; 543 and 533 heading South bound on the 405 transition to I10 on 12.09.2009 at about 16:00. (I like to remind everybody that I am not a Prophet, Apostle, Messenger, Wonder Woman, Super Mom, or Straight A Student; just think of me as the in-flight black box recorder; reminding everyone there must be a reason the Message is coming through in English.)---

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September 3, 2013, I had not intended to post but according to 'My Man' this evening, they are expecting a report. 

So here it is: As of 0700 this morning, Tuesday, September 2013, the day following Labor Day--
We Know that We Resurrected. 

Anybody feel any different?

PS: SteveO thanks for queuing the Waxie Trucks I spotted 2 by 3 pm (09/03/2013).

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53 Najm (The Stars, Unfolding, Revelation)

وَمَا يَنطِقُ عَنِ الْهَوَى 53:3

53:3 and he does not speak out of his own desire...

If the highly evolved forms from higher dimensions are being sent to Earth then those are not the trouble-makers, since 'they' who are the problem don't get a second chance to walk the face of the Earth let alone get dispatched there as goodwill ambassadors. A brief description as to who the undesirable 'they' are:

5 Al-Ma'ida (The Table)
5:33 إِنَّمَا جَزَاء الَّذِينَ يُحَارِبُونَ اللّهَ وَرَسُولَهُ وَيَسْعَوْنَ فِي الأَرْضِ فَسَادًا
أَن يُقَتَّلُواْ أَوْ يُصَلَّبُواْ أَوْ تُقَطَّعَ أَيْدِيهِمْ وَأَرْجُلُهُم مِّنْ خِلافٍ أَوْ يُنفَوْاْ مِنَ الأَرْضِ
ذَلِكَ لَهُمْ خِزْيٌ فِي الدُّنْيَا وَلَهُمْ فِي الآخِرَةِ عَذَابٌ عَظِيمٌ

5:33 It is a recompense for those who make war against God and His apostle, and spread corruption on the earth, that they are being killed, or crucified (persecuted), or have their hands and opposite feet cut off (being hampered/disabled), or are being banished from the earth (altogether banned from walking on the face of the earth); such is their ignominy in this world; and in the life to come worse suffering awaits them-

(A word of comfort; if you are not warring against God, spreading corruption or persecuting apostles (or anyone) you're just going to get stuck in traffic while the rest of it goes down--enjoy the Sky Movie.)

5:42 سَمَّاعُونَ لِلْكَذِبِ أَكَّالُونَ لِلسُّحْتِ
فَإِن جَآؤُوكَ فَاحْكُم بَيْنَهُم
أَوْ أَعْرِضْ عَنْهُمْ وَإِن تُعْرِضْ عَنْهُمْ
فَلَن يَضُرُّوكَ شَيْئًا وَإِنْ حَكَمْتَ فَاحْكُم بَيْنَهُمْ بِالْقِسْطِ
إِنَّ اللّهَ يُحِبُّ الْمُقْسِطِينَ

5:42 those who eagerly listen to any falsehood, greedily swallowing all that is evil! Hence, if they come to you [for judgment], you may either judge between them or leave them alone: for, if you leave them alone, they cannot harm you in any way. But if you do judge, judge between them with equity: verily, God knows those who act equitably.

(i.e., if it is in your nature to want to believe the worst about everything and everyone, you are stuck in 3D, a promotion to 4D is likely if you don't kick your dog, but you're not going to like it there either)

5:43 وَكَيْفَ يُحَكِّمُونَكَ وَعِندَهُمُ التَّوْرَاةُ
فِيهَا حُكْمُ اللّهِ
ثُمَّ يَتَوَلَّوْنَ مِن بَعْدِ ذَلِكَ
وَمَا أُوْلَـئِكَ بِالْمُؤْمِنِينَ

5:43 But how is it that they ask you for judgment seeing that they have the Torah, containing God's injunctions (Laws) - and still ignore it? Can they be True Believers?

Aliens, Metaphors, And Mystery

If those 'aliens' look to be invitingly familiar, I'd like to posit some reasons as to why....

36 Ya-Sin (Ya-Seen)

وَآيَةٌ لَّهُمْ أَنَّا حَمَلْنَا ذُرِّيَّتَهُمْ فِي الْفُلْكِ الْمَشْحُونِ 36:41

36:41 And (Our) Signs for them (are) that We bear their offspring ( ذُرِّيَّتَهُمْ primarily means their offspring; if broken down to ذُرِّيَّ تَهُمْ can mean 'atomic charges' and a tertiary meaning is 'their accusers') in laden (charged/burdened/held back..) 'orbitting ships' الْفُلْكِ (orbits/ships/orbitting ships)

36 Ya-Sin (Ya-Seen)

وَخَلَقْنَا لَهُم مِّن مِّثْلِهِ مَا يَرْكَبُونَ 36:42

36:42 and We create for them (whose 'offspring' we bear in الْفُلْكِ , see 36:41 above) similar (metaphorical) things on which they ride (ie, like ships, cars, etc.)

45 Al-Jathiya (The Kneeling)

وَسَخَّرَ لَكُم مَّا فِي السَّمَاوَاتِ وَمَا فِي الْأَرْضِ جَمِيعًا مِّنْهُ إِنَّ فِي ذَلِكَ لَآيَاتٍ لَّقَوْمٍ يَتَفَكَّرُونَ 45:13

45:13 And He has made subservient (of benefit, at your disposal) to you, all that is in the heavens and on earth, altogether from Himself: in this, indeed, there are messages for people who think!

71 Nuh (Noah)

وَقَدْ خَلَقَكُمْ أَطْوَارًا 71:14

71:14 ... and how He has created you in stages?

71 Nuh (Noah)

وَاللَّهُ أَنبَتَكُم مِّنَ الْأَرْضِ نَبَاتًا 71:17

71:17 And God has caused you to arise (grow) out of the earth in [gradual] development (to evolve)

48 Al-Fath (Victory)

48:4 هُوَ الَّذِي أَنزَلَ السَّكِينَةَ فِي قُلُوبِ الْمُؤْمِنِينَ لِيَزْدَادُوا إِيمَانًا مَّعَ إِيمَانِهِمْ وَلِلَّهِ جُنُودُ السَّمَاوَاتِ وَالْأَرْضِ وَكَانَ اللَّهُ عَلِيمًا حَكِيمًا

48:4 He it is Who sent tranquillity( السَّكِينَةَ pronounce al-sakina; primary meaning tranquility, serenity, Nirvana; if broken down to al-sak- ina may mean 'the one who drove here' or 'the one who drove us'; if broken down to al - sikina may mean 'the knife' and given the similarity in Asian characters for 'knife' /'sword'/'strength' and 'power'...Hebrew Tav=Final/Last/End/Seal; I see now why it is best to remain vague) into the hearts of the Believers, that they may add faith to their faith; for to God belong the Forces (Soldiers) of the heavens and the earth; and God is Full of Knowledge and Wisdom.

The Real Game

There’s some characters amongst them. That’s for sure. There’s one bloke who sure looks like he needs to get a few burgers into him. He’s the skinniest critter that u’s have ever seen. His arms r pretzels and his legs r matchsticks.

He moves like strings r attached to them. His nickname u’s soon discover is Brains. Obviously because that is the widest part of him. That’s his main muscle.
He’s wucken skinny though.

A 3 out of 10 fart would blow him away.

Excerpt from I’M GLAD THAT I AM NOT AN AMERICAN (THE REAL GAME)
by Gordon Egan

Journal Entry for May 14, 1997 at 17:00

Classified:

Top Secret

“We are One!” a voice sounded in her right ear as she drew to a stop at the intersection of Bundy and Santa Monica. “We are taking our anti-smoking campaign overseas,” the voices from the unidentified source continued.

Momentarily, her daughter piped in, “Mommy, that man’s smoke is bothering me.” She frowned for emphasis forcing her Mother to take action. Her Mom reached over to the passenger side of their vehicle and rolled up the window on her daughter’s side.

“Mommy, why does that man look funny?” her daughter added, as Mom pulled herself back up behind the steering wheel. This prompted Mom to look past her daughter to the car with the smoker next to them and carefully assess the driver. The man in the vehicle--a silver Land Rover--rolled forward slowly to bring his driver’s window directly into her line of sight. She could discern from his profile that he was not a normal variant of anyone she would consider a contemporary human.His head was noticeably larger and appeared to be nearly spherical. It was draped with very fine blonde hair--nearly colorless--in a Dutch boy haircut that hung limply in the air between the bottom of the back of his head and his shoulders. His facial features, from what she could see, were very flat, with an imperial chin and small, fine-shaped nose. She sensed he allowed her to peruse him deliberately and when he felt she had taken him in in some detail, he slowly turned from profile to face her.

She was initially taken aback at seeing his face; it was not ugly, in fact its features were perfectly symmetric and perfectly formed, however, it was very strange. Her surprise registered on her face. Reading her confusion, his thin lips traced a quizzical smile, and he leisurely dangled his left arm out of his window and with his thumb flicked the butt of his lit cigarette to let some ashes fly.

Her gaze followed the flow of his black clad arm, with his opaque white hand holding the cigarette. There seemed to be one heart beat between them, then he shook his wrist forcing a watch to peek out from under his long sleeve. He continued to nonchalantly dangle his cigarette out the window while studying her, his fingers perfectly long, thin, regular and manicured. While she could not read the brand on his watch, she understood it to be the very finest in time keeping machinations and she was given to understand that she was late for something. He took advantage of the opportunity that time allowed for her to assimilate all of this information about him by quickly moving into the vacated space in front of her vehicle. The traffic light had briefly turned from red to green and back again, allowing only the one vehicle in front of her through the intersection. He moved so quickly that she did not have time to react and to move her vehicle forward. She did not miss out on the fact that the timing of the traffic signal was irregular.

“Now step out of the car and let her take a good look at you,” a young male authoritative voice commanded. While she clearly heard this directive, her daughter was oblivious to it.

To her amazement, the driver-side door to the man’s vehicle slowly opened, reinforcing the impression that the voice(s) she heard were in fact a real presence, yet somehow not everyone in her surroundings could hear them.

“Mommy, what is he doing?”

She only responded by extending her right arm across her daughter's body to keep her from freeing herself of her seatbelt. She continued to watch carefully, as she was given to understand this particular show was happening just for her benefit.

The man extended a very long, very thin, black clad left leg and well shod foot to the ground. Once his foot landed and he tested his footing, he slowly drew his entire body out of the vehicle and remained standing in place, with his back to her, certainly allowing her the chance to take a very good, long, hard look at him.

He was very tall, his erect frame exceeding the height of his vehicle. His legs were spindly and clad in a tight black fabric that enveloped his lanky legs without revealing his musculature. His slacks were beltless and rested snugly without binding on his thin, masculine frame. He had a very small buttocks almost to the point of being non existent. His hips were narrow. The opaque, semi-glossy fabric of his black shirt draped fluidly around his broad shoulders and long arms and was tucked smoothly into his pants. His bulbous head was balanced on a reed-thin long neck. This last detail bothered her most about his appearance since she surmised his neck was about one-fifth the diameter of an average human neck. Overall, she concluded that he was aesthetically pleasing to the eye despite his unusual appearance.

He slowly turned on his heel to face her and stood motionlessly staring at her. She knew to greet him with the obligatory “Peace!” and she did her best to project telepathically to him, however, he seemed non-responsive. He began to walk toward her and while she strained to hear any kind of communication from him or those intrusive voices—all was silent.

She noticed his gate was unusual; he moved like a puppet on a string--almost as if he wasn’t aclimated to the gravity on Earth. As he approach she sensed her daughter's heightened state of anxiety, so she did what any mother would do—she deftly flipped him the bird. She felt this defiant gesture would at least demonstrate to her daughter that she wasn’t afraid and so neither should she be. That same quizzical smile flitted across his lips, so quickly she wasn’t sure it happened at all. He continued to methodically plod his way to the rear of his vehicle, turning his back to her once he reached the tailgate. He gingerly opened it up and she considered for a moment pinning him between the vehicles by rolling up slowly on him, but she was not sadistic. Had she not been miffed at this display in front of her child, she would have laughed at the sight of his thin limbs flying around in search of something in the back of his SUV, when finally he straightened and turned to face her, this time holding two small bottles of Evian water in one of his hands. He raised them slightly to her eye level, went back into his vehicle and drove forward through the intersection. The timing of the light was such that once his door closed, it turned green.

‘Great, they’ll be poisoning the water next,’ she thought to herself. She wondered why no one else seemed to notice the extra-ordinary length of time for the traffic signal to change. No-one honked or even seemed remotely interested in what she and her daughter had witnessed. She drove west behind him for several city blocks until she had to turn north to the service station, and he continued westbound. His vehicle did not have a license plate. She would have liked to chase him down, but she felt constrained by the presence of her child in the car and the need to get to her son before the nursery school closed.

While she didn't appreciate the mystery, the encounter gave her something to focus on outside the chronic pain in her body, and the migraine in her head; 'Who are 'We' that are 'One' and what do I care about any anti-smoking campaign?'

From Maxie Time, by Raida Abachi